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The apostle hated this world. Since coming into this world, she had not encountered a single good person, nor a single good thing.

Unicron, supreme and all-powerful, is now beginning to realize the truth of the divine will. She is even more determined to destroy Cybertron, to obliterate that wretched planet, and then, she intends to exterminate all life on Earth—they are nothing but parasites who depend on Unicron for survival!

The Apostle hated Cybertronians, even though she herself was Cybertronian.

They are malicious, and they are incredibly stupid.

Just like now.

——

After I brought the smokescreen to the construction site of the space bridge, he was initially amazed, then squatted down next to the newly built framework and said enthusiastically, "I think I can help. Can I give it a try?"

I handed him two wires, and shortly after, the base in front of him emitted a sharp crack, the wires melted, and the various internal parts were burned black. His smile, revealing his teeth, gleamed brightly beneath a mask blackened by soot.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm very good at this," he said.

I'm really not good at it!

I stared at him resentfully and pointed to the corner where the energy blocks were piled up. "If you want to help, go move that."

At that moment, the green vortex opened out of thin air, and Megatron and Optimus Prime sprang out from it.

What happened?

——

After the Angels left the Retribution, Shockwave quickly and successfully repaired Megatron.

Unicron's apostle may be powerful, but she is by no means invincible. She cries and laughs; she is neither omnipotent nor omniscient, and in some ways, she is even excessively naive. The soldiers of the Retribution are unfamiliar with her, yet they obey her out of fear of her power. But for someone who has lived for millions of years, survived since the beginning of the war, and is a seasoned veteran, she, whose age has not yet reached three major cycles, is far too easily fooled.

Megatron and Optimus Prime had already formed an alliance. To defeat the Angels, they needed the power of the Energy Treasure. They made contact, and Optimus Prime arrived at the Nemesis.

Not long ago, they discovered that the Angels could neither sense nor attack machines affected by the Phase Shifter, a very useful finding. The Phase Shifter was worn by Smokescreen, who was being monitored by the Angels. After finding the Angels, they could use the Phase Shifter in Smokescreen's possession to escape unscathed even if they couldn't defeat her.

The appearance of the Apostle means that Unicron is not completely dormant, and they may have to face him again in the future. To increase their chances of victory, they must act quickly.

The sound waves quickly tracked the apostle's location, the land bridge opened, and they walked in together.

In this operation, there were only two people; after all, more people would be useless. Optimus Prime was the main force, with Megatron assisting.

——

Megatron's release means that someone on the Nemesis is disobeying orders again.

Whether it's sound waves, shockwaves, or Red Spiders, Black Widows, or any other Cybertronian.

No matter how many people there are.

No matter how many times they want to come.

I will defeat them all.

I will fulfill my mission.

I focused my consciousness—perception—destruction, and right in front of me stood Optimus Prime.

His blue-tinted glasses stared intently at me, unaffected. I had failed. The smoke screen behind me was gone, and the phase shifter on Optimus Prime's arm confirmed his defection.

I knew he would defect to the enemy!

I saw a white-headed eagle emerge from behind a large rock in the distance. The smoke met my gaze, and it raised a smile and waved, as if to say: Goodbye.

That's it! Goodbye forever!

At this moment, I had no time to pay attention to the smoke screen. Outside my field of vision and within my ability's range, Megatron was watching from the sidelines, not knowing when he would join the battle. I had the ability to defeat them, but past experiences told me that I also had to be vigilant. As an apostle of Primus, Optimus Prime was my greatest threat.

So, the best way now is to take off. I'll hover in the air, increase my altitude and distance, and Optimus Prime, the car, won't be able to reach my position.

The roar of the engine and the friction of the airflow quickly drowned out the audio receiver, and flames shot out from the tail scorched the faceplate as Megatron transformed into a Cybertronian fighter attacked from the rear.

As the oppressive magnetic field swept past the aircraft, the silver-white fighter tilted its fuselage, revealing a corner of its red and blue paint underneath. Optimus Prime, hanging upside down and curled up on the back of the fighter, released his grip and leaped towards me. He simultaneously deactivated the phase shifter, using gravity and inertia to seemingly fly, his aircraft successfully approaching me in a parabolic trajectory. We were about to collide, and I extended my sleeve blade, aiming straight for his oncoming chest. But he twisted his waist, dodging the attack with a difficult maneuver, while simultaneously hooking his legs around my waist.

The rear panel was pressed tightly against the front panel. Just as I was about to shred the space of his fire-breathing compartment, he squeezed his legs up and wrapped them around my waist. He forcefully pulled my wing outward with one hand, causing the bearings to squeal and almost deform due to his movements. His other arm went through the side of my neck, covered my head sculpture, and pressed my head towards his visor.

All of this happened in a fraction of a second. The pain from the wing distracted me, but then the sensation on the visor completely filled my brain with the sound of the flame flickering—his or mine.

What on earth is going on?!

My field of vision was filled with the blue of the sea through the optical lens, as if the boundless, surging sea was sweeping away all my thoughts, and my wings, antennas, and magnetic field all stood up unconsciously.

The superpower also failed due to this momentary delay.

——

Before leaving, Shockwave said: "Based on observations, the Apostles are very uncomfortable with close contact. You might be able to take advantage of this trait in battle."

Optimus Prime held Angel tightly, locking her in place. To buy time, for Cybertron's future, and for that lost companion, he needed to seize the moment when her mind went blank and her powers failed. He lowered his head sculpt, the metal plates of his mouth touching and churning.

They fell to the ground together.

——

On the other side of the large rock, many Decepticon minions also ran over, crowding together with the smoke screen, staring dumbfounded at the battle scene.

So this is what leadership is all about!

——

The lower half of the visor felt cold and metallic. After an initial moment of stunned silence, I quickly snapped back to reality, grabbed his shoulder armor, and tried to push him away, but he pressed down on me even harder.

The force from behind the head sculpt didn't lessen at all; in fact, something warm and resilient, carrying a wet liquid, was attacking my mouth!

A blue glow came from below my field of vision, holy and pure, yet it stung me.

Optimus Prime opened the AllSpark chamber, and beams of light shot out from the Leadership Module, piercing my body.

Fortunately, I was more skilled and unleashed my potential, using both strength and superpowers to quickly shake off Optimus Prime and create distance between us.

As we landed on the ground, we wiped the electrolyte off our faceplates.

In the next split second, he vanished without a trace. Megatron's blade came from behind me; I dodged to the side and created distance between us.

"All you ever do is sneak attack from behind!" I said indignantly.

He tilted his head and smiled smugly, "I will also fight head-on."

He charged at me. Did this guy, whom I'd defeated countless times, really want to fight me again? I sliced ​​off his arm, which was holding the hidden blade, and energy splattered with his movements. He kept grinning, revealing his shark teeth, but I couldn't understand the meaning behind his smile.

Just as he approached me, and I was about to sever his remaining arm, he suddenly lost his momentum, reached his arm towards my waist, and tightened his grip.

Here we go again!

Energy fluid dripped onto the mech. He grabbed me by the waist, and my waist armor and front panel slammed into him. Under the pressure of his broad, protruding, silver, hard chest armor, my upper body arched backward. My visor was gripped tightly by the shark teeth at close range, their sharp tips piercing the surface metal. Pain shot through me, and a mixture of blue and purple energy fluid spilled from the tear, flowing down the metallic patterns on the visor. My vision was once again filled with the raging red flames reflected in the optical goggles.

His eyes were full of provocation, and I was not to be outdone, so I tried to bite his visor.

And when that brief moment passed, and I came to my senses—

My field of vision was filled with a white light.